Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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VIII.IN THE GARDEN.
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Happiness sometimes hath a tinge of dread,
Perfection unconditioned, strange indeed,
As if at once the green leaf, flower, and seed.
Let the sun shine thus on thy nut-brown head,
So lovely flecked with little shadows, shed
Through the close trellis as I see it now,
And on thy neck and on thy thoughtful brow:
Look up, so thought by thought be answerèd.
Perfection unconditioned, strange indeed,
As if at once the green leaf, flower, and seed.
Let the sun shine thus on thy nut-brown head,
So lovely flecked with little shadows, shed
Through the close trellis as I see it now,
And on thy neck and on thy thoughtful brow:
Look up, so thought by thought be answerèd.
And let the dead leaves fall whene'er they may,
Dropping like Danae's gold-shower from on high,
Rare jewels gathered in thy lap they'll lie:
This day hath been a sacred festa-day,
We'll lock it fast within our treasure-store,
And live in its enchantment ever more.
Dropping like Danae's gold-shower from on high,
Rare jewels gathered in thy lap they'll lie:
This day hath been a sacred festa-day,
We'll lock it fast within our treasure-store,
And live in its enchantment ever more.
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